Властелин колец: Две башни

           BytheWhiteHand!What’stheuseofsendingoutmountain-maggotsonatrip,onlyhalftrained.Run,curseyou!Runwhilenightlasts!’

           ThenthewholecompanybegantorunwiththelonglopingstridesofOrcs.Theykeptnoorder,thrusting,jostling,andcursing;yettheirspeedwasverygreat.Eachhobbithadaguardofthree.Pippinwasfarbackintheline.Hewonderedhowlonghewouldbeabletogoonatthispace:hehadhadnofoodsincethemorning.Oneofhisguardshadawhip.Butatpresenttheorc-liquorwasstillhotinhim.Hiswits,too,werewide-awake.

           EverynowandagaintherecameintohismindunbiddenavisionofthekeenfaceofStriderbendingoveradarktrail,andrunning,runningbehind.ButwhatcouldevenaRangerseeexceptaconfusedtrailoforc-feet?HisownlittleprintsandMerry’swereoverwhelmedbythetramplingoftheiron-shodshoesbeforethemandbehindthemandaboutthem.

           Theyhadgoneonlyamileorsofromthecliffwhenthelandslopeddownintoawideshallowdepression,wherethegroundwassoftandwet.Mistlaythere,pale-glimmeringinthelastraysofthesicklemoon.ThedarkshapesoftheOrcsinfrontgrewdim,andthenwereswallowedup.

           ’Ai!Steadynow!’shoutedUglúkfromtherear.

           AsuddenthoughtleapedintoPippin’smind,andheactedonitatonce.Heswervedasidetotheright,anddivedoutofthereachofhisclutchingguard,headfirstintothemist;helandedsprawlingonthegrass.

           ’Halt!’yelledUglúk.

           Therewasforamomentturmoilandconfusion.Pippinsprangupandran.